an ode to The O.C.

Well I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well it goes like this: The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Well Baby I've been here before I've seen this room, and I've walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you And I've seen your flag on the marble arch But love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Maybe there is a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you And it's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah i just finished the last episode of The O.C. (first season). and i cried. i didnt just cry cry, i cried with tears. with a tightened throat, with a sniffling nose, and with a very weird thought running across my head... what the hell am i doing? the last time i cried over a tv show or a movie was when i was 15, and i had just finished untamed heart* (and that was probably cuz i had had a serious crush on christian slater). but no seriously, the last episode of season one was so heart wrenching... :s it was like... i mean, i know my life sux, and i'd probably cry over me if they were to make a show out of it also, but that was just... so weird... supposing they were to make a prime time show about my fam and all... i wonder what it would be called... bits and bibs (?) the misfits (?) julius ceaser ... (?) i dunno :) this sux. im so sad right now :) i think im going to go out and buy the second season. my suggestion to you, if you havent seen the O.C., is that u go out and buy it. it's worth it. i ran an OC marathon, finished 27 episodes in three days. and that's saying SOMETHING, for someone who doesnt do tv. for those who want to know what to get me for christmas? here's an idea. *Originally titled "The Baboon Heart" because screenwriter Tom Serchio had a heart transplant as a child and had been convinced by his grandmother that a baboon heart had been used in place of a human heart - trivia cited at amazon.

how nice 'twould be...

(Munchkin 1) We thank you very sweetly for doing it so neatly (Munchkin 2) You've killed her so completely That we thank you very sweetly (Glinda) Let the joyous news be spread The wicked, old witch at last is dead (Munchkins) Ding-dong the witch is dead Which old witch? The wicked witch Ding-dong the wicked witch is dead Wake up you sleepyhead Rub your eyes, get out of bed Wake up the wicked witch is dead She's gone where the goblins go Below - below - below Yo-ho, let's open up and sing and ring the bells out Ding Dong' the merry-oh, sing it high, sing it low Let them know the Wicked Witch is dead (Mayor) As mayor of the Munchkin City In the county of the land of Oz I welcome you most regally (Judge) But we've got to verify it legally To see... (Mayor) To see... (Judge) If she... (Mayor) If she... (Judge) Is morally, ethically (Munchkin 1) Spiritually, physically (Munchkin 2) Positively, absolutely (Munchkin Men) Undeniably and reliably dead (Coroner) As Coroner , I thoroughly examined her And she's not only merely dead She's really most sincerely dead (Mayor) Then this is a day of independence for all the munchkins And their descendants Yes, let the joyous news be spread The wicked old witch at last is dead

drops of jupiter

i have a 30-page report to write. i have 6 books to read before i write it. i have all of the internet to search, and 60 issues of both the economist and the economic survey of pakistan to sift thru before i start writing. i have less than 16 hours to do it. and i am blogging. which probably explains why im blogging. it's the lesser of the two evils. the good thing is, i think i have some chocolate cake lying around the house. that wont help with the report, but it'll make me feel less guilty about not doing it as well as i could have. shiny disco balls. ----------------------------------------------------------- so like, i went to my friend's wedding yesterday... she is a good people. as in, i've been totally in love with here ever since we met in kinnaird, and then i moved away, and we've been friends for around eight years. we used to meet off an on, when i moved to nca... she came to see my thesis. small world that it is, it turned out, the guy she was getting married to, had been a childhood friend of my brother's. anyways, so in the past few yrs, we kinda drifted apart, meaning i only ever called on her when i needed to cry... which is basically once every year :) she on the other hand, went all religious on me, joined al-huda, took on a jalbab... and became one of god's special people. needless to say, in the recent years... she's hung around her kinda folks. so the other day, she called me, and said i was to come to her wedding... which was happening in a mosque. and my first question was... but what am i supposed to wear? i've always been a misfit around pious and good people. for one thing, i just dont know how to act around them. i mean dude! they are pious and good :) im not. so anyways, she told me i could wear whatever i wanted to, and i figured well, i COULD wear whatever i wanted to, and hoped that she wouldnt throw me out, on account of the fact, that we've been too good friends, for far too long. so i put on thys realy nice dress of mine, and went ... as was expected ... 99.009% of the women there... (and there were only women where we sat)... were either in hijab, or jalbab. i wasnt. i met up with some other really old friends, and it was sooo good to see them all again... but on the whole, it was kinda spooky. not just the stares, but ACTUALLY getting comments like "WHO IS SHE?" it was funny. i wanted to say, "i am not from among u" but i figured i had harrassed them enough, not only by going bareheaded, but also with short hair :s (the second part could so not be remedied in one night). i heard the "dars" at her "nikah" and i sat next to her when the guy accepted her in marriage, and it was all so cool :) and i bugged her about it, and then when everyone rushed to congratulate her and her mom, i slipped out of the wedding. she was the only thing i had hung around for anyways. i just felt too much of an outsider or a creep or something, in a very unfamilliar environment. love the babe though, and i totally wish her the best in life. in the meanwhile, i need to do something about my affiliation with my religion. *knock knock knockin on heaven's door* ----------------------------------------------------------- pakistani govt has been successful in getting $6 billion in grants and aid for the earthquake relief. out of which, $1.9 billion is aid, and the rest of the amount is a "soft loan". bullshit. how the hell are we going to pay it back? why does it look like most of the money is going to end up in switzerland, and we will be left with paying off interest payments of up to 25% (annually compounded)? de javu anyone?

goth

i didn't do it. (not like i didnt accomplish it! i mean i didnt commit it... *uff mosqiutoes*) the point being, it wasnt my fault. i kid you not. im skipping medicine, cuz i ate it all, and now ive got none left, which means, i dont got none for today. i wont have any for tomorrow either, if i dont go out and get it. kinda like an infinite deja vu. this kinda thing came to my house today. saw my blood tests and stuff, and goes. tsk. stop all your medince. take apple juice. .'. A1. medicine = apple juice => hemlock x apple juice = unsick hemlock. i told you. i didnt do it. i didnt take me medicine today, and they forgot to chain me... so then can you blame a poor man? --------------------------------------------- so like if i was to run away to venezuela... what would i do once i got there? --------------------------------------------- umm. i be the shadow dweller. u be u.

s.p.i.n

you know of those times when people knock the wind out of you? when things they do hurt you so much that the shock leaves you reeling. it' s so hard to build habits. and it's harder to break them. and once you break them, they become even harder to pick up. i dont really have any idea of what im saying right now. never do, but right now is worse cuz i just remembered i havent taken my medicine. which isnt what i had intended to say, but i need my medicine also... *the blog will continue after a short break* *bad music* my point, somewhere before i sailed off-course, was that blogging now sees such a tough thing to do. d, i wish you were online abhi, i so needed to bitch.

much eid mubarak

went out with friends last night. it was SOOOOOOO cool! like, a friend picked us lot up from another friend's place... and i called shotgun and sat in the front seat... but then we decided to switch cars, and go in his 4wd. this was the first time i was ever going to his place... we get there, he parks his car OUTSIDE the house... and everyone was just like, glued to their seats... and i realised... in order to get the front seat of the jeep, now was the best time to break a run for it :D so i did... i sprinted towards his car, which was stood in their drive-way... and opened the car door and jumped in. before i could even shut the door, he goes: you are very brave... i was like... what? and just then, i heard the MAD BARKING of a dog, coming from where my door was still open. *SLAM!* SHIT! U HAVE A DOG...? i screamed... "err... he's kinda gotten old and slow... technically, you should've been ripped to shreds by now... why do you think everyone else is still locked in the other car???" like dudes!!! i was almost attacked by like an almost killer boxer... and it was SOOOOOOO cool... my brother goes: woman, the lesson u should take from that is to not barge into other ppl's homes... :p whatever... it isnt like i knew they had a dog. my friend's appology? "i was sittng in the car, seeing you run towards the jeep, thinking the dog will attack now... now? ... now!... he's kinda let us down... but it would've been fun though" sheesh! as compensation for the bruised ego, i got to drive his 4x4... the sportage has an awesome drive...and a very comfortable front... cant say the same for the poor chappies who get to sit at the back... but o man!!! the car is SOOOOOOOOoo hot looking...*blush* and it has a totally retro antenna. you switch the ignition on, the antenna comes up, then goes back down... heh! oh, joy!